The Walking Dead letra

Lean, mean fighting machine
Fueled by patriotism
Red, white, and blue illusions of world peace
Bringer of death

You’re welcome
The battlefield in my mind
Can’t stand my own reflection
This fighting machine is broken

Soul crushing reality
Smashed mirrors and pools of blood
No spark, no life
No love for the walking dead
This mission will never be over

Kill The Client - Letras

• As Roaches
• Comatose, Satiated, And Dangerous
• Conflict Within
• Cull The Herd
• Customer Service
• Death Of Reality
• Defend
• Dig Two Graves
• Double Barreled Diplomacy
• Final Days
• Fraudulent Rule
• Glad Hand Grinder
• Hammer The Red Button
• In God You Trust
• Industry Of Fear
• Lying Addict (The Filth From Your Mouth)
• No Justice, No Peace
• No Leaders
• Pandemic
• Pissing In The Sock Drawer
• Postmortem Exoneration
• Pressing The Flesh
• Primetime Dogma
• Programmed / Used / Erased
• Purveyors Of Death
• Questions To a Brick Wall
• Targets In Straightjackets
• The Walking Dead
• Vicious Slaughter
• Worker Ant Syndrome